The Rants & Rambles of A Grumpy Old Dude

Flash Fiction #163

Lord, it’d been five years, and she still missed her Grandma. She had loved Grandma, and Grandma had loved her, and all the other grandkids.

Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food – homemade candy and cookies, turkey and stuffing and gravy – all the good stuff. These were the last of her carefully rationed jars of Grandma’s dill pickles. If only she’d thought to get Grandma to teach her how to make them.

She could buy pickles at the store, but none tasted as good, and certainly none of them held the care and love that Grandma put in.

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

Mothers, and Grandmothers, often cooked ‘organically’, with a pinch of this, and a dash of that, knowing by feel and smell, when it was right.
Even with some instruction, my wife has spent 40 years duplicating my Mother’s Scottish shortbreads. 🙂

A lovely word picture. My late mother often made a wonderful pudding called Dutch apple cake. I never thought to ask her how she made it taste so delicious and I have never been able to quite recreate it.

Even if you can’t recreate Mom’s Dutch apple cake, perhaps there’s something that you make well, and can pass to younger generations. I decry and deplore the loss of quantity and quality of home food making with the increase of eating out, and commercially prepared food. I saw a man with a $12 tray of vegetables at Costco, today. Go home and cut up some carrots, cucumbers and cauliflower yourself for a quarter of the cost.